My parents don't talk about their own ailments, they talk about other people's ailments. They're pretending that they're both perfectly healthy, thankyouverymuch.
I bet a participant in the tour de, er, Mars would notice. It's what's called a "vals plat" in Dutch, a stretch that seems flat but is surprisingly hard to cycle on.
Countries that have assisted dying do not make it "easy". Especially when someone isn't physically ill, they throw every type of therapy and help at them to persuade them not to kill themselves.
They also destroyed the Pasteur Institute. They're just bombing random shit.